Bedlam Poems

SHEER BEDLAM

LIFE ESCAPES THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE FINE SAND BETWEEN MY FINGERS
TIME DISINTEGRATES IN FRONT OF MY EYES WITH NO WAY OF SLOWING DOWN.

THE INEVITABLE CREEPS AROUND THE DARK CORNERS AND LURKS IN THE SHADOWS, WISPERING IN MY EARS, DESPERATE TO POUNCE ON ME THE MOMENT I AM VULNERABLE AND EXPOSED TO ITS ELEMENTS.

FEAR OF ABANDONMENT

Bedlam When Storm Finds You Out

We heard the alert!
Big storm coming!
Batter down the hatches. 
Tie down the loose stuff.
Board up the windows, sandbag the doors.
Remove any debris that may fly around.
We did it all, in plenty of time.

But, we looked around dismayed.
The neighbors did nothing.
Many were away, out of reach, not contactable.
We saw that their properties were a vulnerable bedlam

Bedlam of the Chamber

The chaos in my heart,  
The turbulence within my chamber,  
A sea in tempestuous rage,  
A sudden, rapid turning of the pages of a book,  
An uproar gnawing at my mind—  
Tranquil, I still seek to find.

I walk into the embrace of the day,  
I walk into the loveliness

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child...
courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures
while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight 
while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir

The following verses typed out some years ago,
but equally pertinent and relevant to the ebb and flow
of my life today, and as ye become familiar with me

Bedlam and Mayhem In the Mistress's Boudoir

Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

Nsync with variations on a theme:
of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich
(consisting of corned beef, 
Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, 
Russian dressing between slices 
of rye bread that is grilled 
until the bread is crispy 
and the cheese melts)
various and sundry
pseudo lurid fictitious escapades
mostly I did merrily wet
an appetite for consummation
whet madness aye

Bedlam Blues

Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?” God said, “yeah,” but Cain said, “nah”
Adam just shook his head and rubbed his jaw

And Adam said,
"Good grief, my oh my
We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of

The Food Bank Store

There's been bedlam down at the food bank store
Rushing and shoving through the opened door
I've even seen fighting there on the floor.

What's happening to people, can’t they share?
When it appears there's hunger everywhere
All we need is some love, kindness and care.

* * *

Again I'm going to the food bank store
For my little girl Daisy Loo,

Life of a Philosopher

He walked a tightrope for a while
	toed the line with guile
	as the popcorn crowd ignored the show
But his slow, deliberate pace
	brought him no-more-close to grace
	than had he jumped to nameless fortune’s call below.
This, he came to know.

So...he drank his guts out for a while
	heaved up sorrows in a pile
	of wretched whiskey-pricked despair
But the Mysteries couldn’t

A Hoodlum Albeit Respectable In Bedlam

A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam

whiling away his time playing solitaire...
November second two thousand and twenty
fast approaching the final countdown

With less than twenty four, twenty three, 
twenty two...  hours
harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario)
hindering the presidential election,
I trumpet mounting tension and suspense,
whereby anticipation hangs
analogous to sword of Damocles
precariously looms - casting dark shadow
across the

Bedlam and Mayhem In the Mistress Iz Boudoir Post Number One

Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

(Nsync with variations on a theme:
various and sundry
pseudo lurid fictitious escapades)
mostly I did merrily wet
whet madness aye ever did dream.)

The missus personal trappings
strewn helter skelter
every perilous step fraught
with danger analogous
riding as passenger
with death cab for cutie
'course thy quasi bohemian rhapsodic Queen
of denial feigns ignorance
attributes hazardous condition

linkedin with accident prone
little

Bedlam and Mayhem In the Mistress Iz Boudoir Post Two

who left trail of heartbroken sage woman
commander in chief deliberately stoked,
née sparked long
simmering smoldering, and stewing
long festering white supremacist altercation
fiendishly igniting racial conflagration
exploding during late spring 2020.

No matter no child left behind kibitzing
(yours truly as boy plucked petals
off daisy reciting "she loves me,"
"she loves me not"...
cupid loosed an arrow
into boyhood neighborhood sweetheart

she innocently bespoke
"I wanna

Shock

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning, in the forming of my soul, 
in the dawning of desire, with passion at first bloom, 
with lightning splitting heaven to thunder's blasting roll
and a sense of welling fire and, perhaps, impending doom—

that I cried out through the tumult of the raging storm on high
for shelter

Bedlam Becalm- -

gavel,  raffles,
travels unravels.

palming,  bombing,
becalm, embalm.  

death on-death on
becalm, becalm

2/9/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Bedlam

We filled satin roses with birdseed
not wanting to harm the birds
I could have used my own flower pouch
little balls inside to keep me strong

Every misfire began as a bloom
dreams and desires whisked their blossoms
and fueled them with breath and heartbeats
intentions were laden with benefit

But I grew peonies entwined with weed
my energies spilled into twists and

Bedlam **** and Chinese Takeout

beware the enemy who can
fart your national anthem
it was a mob scene at the microphone
kill him kill him they laughed
nobody wanted to miss the show
a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss
sound bites took their ears off
but how else can one enter the future
with enough for gas money 
a basket of Chinese takeout and a cigar

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